Meetings, Battles, and Wolves

At 7 a.m. the next morning the maid burst into the room yelling, "Wake up!" This unfortunately made Striker think he was under attack resulting in a scared maid and a dagger logged into the door. Finally after several minutes he left that room noticing a very large wet spot in the carpet on the way out and headed to breakfast.

"Hey old man what are you serving?"

"Bacon and Eggs."

"I'll have one"

"You don't get any."

"Why not"

"Because you scared one of my maids to the point she wet herself and is still shaking."

"I hate you, you know that."

"Then why do you stay here so much."

"Its cheep" Striker muttered

With that he left to wander the streets and decide what to do next. Ultimately deciding to leave town, headed towards the temple on the salve just to get one last talk with the priest before heading south to Folador or maybe Kajarma. On the path he came to a grizzly scene, six knights lay slain each looking forward with horror in his eyes claw marks covering there bodies, one even looked as thought something had bit into his neck and severed it. Drawing his sword and shield he advanced carefully down the path as he moved the sounds of a horrible battle could be heard on ahead. Then he saw it several knights trying to hold off men in cloaks while a family hid in their cart.

Flashback

"Get Down!" a man yelled as he knocked a young boy of about eight into the brushes as an arrow struck a tree nearby and his wife drew an arrow to her bow.

"Feeling lucky are you." Said the leader of three bandits a tall man dressed in black with his face hidden.

With that the man drew his sword trying to defend his family. "Stay back" he told his wife. Before she could reply the bandits charged the man managed to parry the swings and chop off the head of one the bandits but unfortunately a sword thrust to the chest killed him seconds after. His wife in shock fired her arrow hitting the second bandit in the leg causing him to fall. The last bandit attacked her and she was able to dodge due to the bulky nature of his axe, she never saw the fatal hit coming. The wounded bandit managed to pull a throwing knife and toss it, she was hit in the back spinal cord severing it and killing her instantly. Her red eyes turning dull as she fell hand outstretched towards the bush and her fallen husband. Scared, confused, and angry the boy rushed out grabbed his fathers sword before the bandit realized what was happening and thrust it into the chest of the last one standing. He then yanked the sword out shocked at what he did. Then did the only thing someone in his place could, he turned and ran.

End Flashback

Shaking the memory from his head he rushed toward to aid the surviving knights in battle. One was a young women about sixteen his own age dressed in rune armor, with a trimmed rune skirt fighting with a rune halberd, with shoulder length brown hair and a beret on her head. The second was a was a male dressed in full torag armor, wielding a whip and a rune defender, with a white cape that appeared to be from the legends guild and matching boots and gloves. The last person he could make out stood about 5'7 from what he could tell she had long black hair that almost seemed like a cloak as she dodged the attacks but the actual cape appeared to be granite. She was wearing a dragon skirt with a rune plate and kite and a dragon long, which she was using to fend off the attacking men.

Striker arrived and slashed a man from behind thinking that would be enough to kill him but to his horror the man seemed to turn and stare at him and he was really hairy. Werewolves turn had breached the salve, not only that they were attacking people at there leisure. He was shaken from his stupor by a cry of look out from one of them to look out. Dodging the clawed hand he dropped back to fall in line with the people. The clash of the metal against the claws of the beasts rang out in the midday air. Striker killed his first Werewolf by a sword slash to the neck, successfully cutting off his head. Glancing over his should he saw that the man had killed one of the wolves by breaking his neck with his whip, the black haired girl had managed to stop the wolf man thru the heart and killed him. Finally the girl with the halberd had actually cut one of them in half with a swing of the massive weapon. Two of the other men who appeared to be White Knights of Folador had been killed and the third had lost an arm and was out of action. This left it as three on three. The wolf the charged Striker found himself up against his kite the scimitars edge coming from under it sheathed within his stomach as the wolf fell to his knees Striker brought up his bland and cut his head off. Looking around he saw the man with the whip had been knocked to the ground but the girl with the hally had killed the attacker by bringing it across his spine. The girl with the long sword dodged the wolf and stabbed it thru the back; it fell mortally wounded as the last survivor ran away. After a moment everyone sheathed their weapons, except for the man who just coiled his whip up and put it on his belt, and the girl that just leaned on her hally.

"Thanks for the help, my name is Lime" said the girl with the hally.

"No, problem I was just passing thru headed for the temple. Names Striker." He replied.

"My name is Namelesspain said the man with the whip" while he inspected the dead bodies.

"And I am Melrose" said the girl with the long sword.

"What exactly are you guys out here for it's not exactly the safest place lately."

"We came to see what exactly the problem was at the salve, met up with a group of knights on an escort mission and chose to go with them, but I should ask you the same." Lime said.

"I was headed to the temple to speak with the priest once more before I leave."

"You're not planning on staying and fighting here?" Namelesspain asked almost in disbelief someone could see this and not want to fight.

"I didn't intend to, but it would seem that the gods will me to be in this." Striker said.

"What do you plan on doing from here?" Asked Melrose

"I'll help you guys take these people to the temple, then I will return to the king and accept the post as a warrior on the salve I was offered."

"I'd like to come to" Melrose said

"Me to." Said Namelesspain

"You guys are serious about this huh, guess I'll go to make sure you don't get your sorry butts killed." Lime joked

"Well talk about this more after we reach the temple."

"Agreed" the three adventures said.

Later that day they reached the temple, the news from the priest was very disturbing it seemed as thought the salve wasn't stopped the wolves any longer. All four agreed that they had to stop this and resolved to head to the king in to the morning but they would have to survive the night first.

Just after midnight the priest screamed that the vampire was lose from the upstairs. What happened in the next few minutes was a total storm of activity that would make a hurricane proud.

Striker, Melrose, Lime, and Namelesspain all came charging out of their rooms without armor only their weapons. Striker, dressed in a blue shirt with black pants, Melrose had a white blouse and a blue skirt on, Lime had on a red shirt and a red skirt, and Namelesspain had on all black clothes with designs on the shoulder. Suddenly the light of the fires went out leaving only the moon to light the place.

"Well this is so what I wanted to do with my night." Striker said as he scanned the room.

"Your nuts, you know that." Melrose answered

"How about you both just shut up this isn't a time for jokes." Lime said

The group slowly made their way around the temple then they came across the family from earlier, dead and without any color to them. Namelesspain went over and began to recite a prayer for the souls of the fallen family. Then out of the shadow almost as if it was a part of it the vampire appeared.

"Ahhh more fresh blood, good it's been so long since I had a feast like this."

"Well this just keeps getting better and better." Striker muttered as he got into a defensive stance.

The vampire moved at them with speeds they could barely keep up with. Then in an instant he grabbed Melrose and was about to bite her when Namelesspain hit him in the face with the whip.

"You alright?" he asked

"y.. Yea I'm ok."

To the groups horror the wound on the vampires face closed in an instant and it attacked again. Striker slashed it in the arm, managing to cut it off but it merely grabbed the severed limb and held it up to where it belonged and it reattached.

"How are we supposed to kill this guy!" Striker yelled

The battles raged into the center of the temple were the well is. Lime was knocked into a pole and appeared to have been knocked out by the force of the hit. Striker was backed up against the well trying to defend himself. Namelesspain and Melrose both charged the vampire, which was hurt a little but managed to heal again. Then as it attacked Striker in front of the well Lime got up and shoved him, the vampire surprised by this move lost its balance and fell into the well were the scared waters destroyed it.

"Well, can we FINALLY" go to bed Namelesspain said as they came out the temple basement, just as the morning sun rose.